This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
Cincinnati, Ohio was just slightly above Mobile, Alabama on the list of profitable arts and craft fair locations for a dealer. Even Cleveland had moved up in the ranks. Yet there I sat, pissed off yet reluctantly resolved to make the best of the situation. It was always good to have at least one 'psychic' present at these trailer trash shopping mall events....
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The Lost Children Bonita woke up with an uncomfortable feeling of pressure on her neck. She lifted Ben Quigley's arm and shoved it away. He grunted and rolled over on his other side. She sat up on the side of the bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The alarm clock read 6:58. She had set it for seven. She shut it off and slapped Ben on the ass. "Get th...
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